<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:37:00.497-08:00</updated><category term='linkin park'/><category term='99%'/><category term='en processo'/><category term='edited'/><category term='chester bennington'/><category term='rock'/><category term='hip-hop'/><category term='incomplete'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='complete'/><category term='my own creations'/><category term='scrap'/><category term='mike shinoda'/><category term='MFR'/><category term='lyrix i like'/><category term='ryuuai motel'/><title type='text'>Lyrix</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Megan. Alias Lyrix. Just read.

Enjoy the lyrics, they are my passion,emotions and inspiration. &amp;lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-6924758232051092633</id><published>2011-08-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T03:37:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't a Story Because it's Only Just Begun</title><content type='html'>This is being built over the next week. ADTR inspired at the moment. Just a working title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another fallen patient,&lt;br /&gt;Caught up between her expectations,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would be the way back,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would be the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about another dream,&lt;br /&gt;Crashing through the reality,&lt;br /&gt;Of everything she thought she'd be,&lt;br /&gt;Or writing love with tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you home to place these lips,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the wood of a broken pirate ship,&lt;br /&gt;So we can rebuild something unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;It's something you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling apart;&lt;br /&gt;Coming together again,&lt;br /&gt;And all we know is that there can be no end,&lt;br /&gt;We're just sitting in the sea by the side of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning one at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-6924758232051092633?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6924758232051092633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=6924758232051092633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6924758232051092633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6924758232051092633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-isnt-story-because-its-only-just.html' title='This isn&apos;t a Story Because it&apos;s Only Just Begun'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-2389823214666297163</id><published>2011-04-09T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:48:10.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>Disease</title><content type='html'>Beneath a beating sun.&lt;br /&gt;They keep me cold and then the shadows rising&lt;br /&gt;Always remind me that the worst is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;A vision subject to change and as I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I fail to watch the words in white ink erase themselves.&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes I will be rid of this town,&lt;br /&gt;But my only regret is that I never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to take it&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling and shaking&lt;br /&gt;I'll never restore all the things that have let me down.&lt;br /&gt;(What wasn't meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;But they will follow me,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't believe that I was ever meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Alive but full of disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst isn't the blood&lt;br /&gt;That falls down my skin,&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't the dismissive words you hurled&lt;br /&gt;Straight to my head now bold out in print.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is the spiral, circle,&lt;br /&gt;Vortex, cycle, that weaves my thoughts into hatred.&lt;br /&gt;So pull the trigger on the firearm of your vanity,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the bullet penetrate my skull.&lt;br /&gt;So your self-absorbed actions and your hunger for attention&lt;br /&gt;Will wash the river out of me and cover my skin all in bleach.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;You may have no friends left at all,&lt;br /&gt;And remember that when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to take it&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling and shaking&lt;br /&gt;I'll never restore all the things that have let me down.&lt;br /&gt;(What wasn't meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;But they will follow me,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't believe that I was ever meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Alive but full of disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down,&lt;br /&gt;And out of this city,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back with memories of you,&lt;br /&gt;Which you will relive in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;How it must feel,&lt;br /&gt;To never be alone,&lt;br /&gt;And always choosing sides,&lt;br /&gt;To fit who sucks up to you the most.&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know if you didn't you'd have to face your flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to take it&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling and shaking&lt;br /&gt;I'll never restore all the things that have let me down.&lt;br /&gt;(What wasn't meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;But they will follow me,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't believe that I was ever meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Alive but full of disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-2389823214666297163?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2389823214666297163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=2389823214666297163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2389823214666297163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2389823214666297163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2011/04/disease.html' title='Disease'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-2975363335289934733</id><published>2011-04-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:22:53.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>And Down, Down I Fell</title><content type='html'>I can almost taste the wind&lt;br /&gt;Whipping across my face,&lt;br /&gt;As you stare away from me,&lt;br /&gt;Your gaze locked out in space.&lt;br /&gt;And you'd be gone from then on,&lt;br /&gt;Without another word,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Within your darkened disregard.&lt;br /&gt;And falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something in you,&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't expect to see,&lt;br /&gt;But it brought my soul to life,&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn't see it in me.&lt;br /&gt;And now your eyes will fill with hate,&lt;br /&gt;The damage crept into,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you see my face,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wasn't enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;When I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd write you a letter,&lt;br /&gt;Without any tears,&lt;br /&gt;I said I won't fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Like I had done for years.&lt;br /&gt;But you were with someone new&lt;br /&gt;When I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect for my heart to take&lt;br /&gt;All this pain and then not break,&lt;br /&gt;When I even hear your name,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I am to blame.&lt;br /&gt;You can't understand the pain&lt;br /&gt;With blood always running cold,&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll cut within the vein,&lt;br /&gt;And do just as I was told.&lt;br /&gt;There's no more point to growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd write you a letter,&lt;br /&gt;Without any tears,&lt;br /&gt;I said I won't fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Like I had done for years.&lt;br /&gt;But you were with someone new&lt;br /&gt;When I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away our picture frames,&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the bed in which I lay.&lt;br /&gt;Take seven months down from the wall,&lt;br /&gt;And just wait for me to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my blood all over your room,&lt;br /&gt;You can paint across the stain,&lt;br /&gt;Just turn your head away,&lt;br /&gt;And pretend you didn't know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd write you a letter,&lt;br /&gt;Without any tears,&lt;br /&gt;I said I won't fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Like I had done for years.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there was nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;When I fell for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-2975363335289934733?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2975363335289934733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=2975363335289934733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2975363335289934733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2975363335289934733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-down-down-i-fell.html' title='And Down, Down I Fell'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-5279984133521653521</id><published>2011-01-29T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:46:51.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete'/><title type='text'>God, Save Our Queen</title><content type='html'>When I was really, really bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not unpatriotic or anarchist or anything&lt;br /&gt;I was just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God, Save Our Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, save our gracious Queen, &lt;br /&gt;Long live her sins and fires but whilst we dream,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God save the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;Send her angels with warnings notorious,&lt;br /&gt;Coffins golden and glorious,&lt;br /&gt;No longer to reign over us,&lt;br /&gt;God, save the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord God your anger arise,&lt;br /&gt;Scatter our enemies with your weapons of choice, &lt;br /&gt;And make them fall.&lt;br /&gt;Damn them to Hell with their nuclear bombs and tricks, &lt;br /&gt;Override their fractured politics, &lt;br /&gt;Her black heart; on you our hopes we fix, &lt;br /&gt;God, save the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in this vacant blackened land alone, &lt;br /&gt;But be our vicious mercies known,&lt;br /&gt;From wasteland to shore.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make the fallout nations see, &lt;br /&gt;That men should let atoms be, &lt;br /&gt;And form one union of prosperity, &lt;br /&gt;Over every town and every street.&lt;br /&gt;From every blazing, liberal foe, &lt;br /&gt;From the sniper’s 60cm blow, &lt;br /&gt;God, save the Queen. &lt;br /&gt;He’ll shoot over the blackened heart she will extend, &lt;br /&gt;For Britain’s sake you must defend, &lt;br /&gt;Our mother’s lost heart and soul and friend, &lt;br /&gt;God, save the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choicest nuclear Soviet gifts in store, &lt;br /&gt;Her stolen heart would be pleased to pour, &lt;br /&gt;Too long may she reign.&lt;br /&gt;May she be defended by any law,&lt;br /&gt;And ever make us fear and cause us, &lt;br /&gt;To sing with fear and guilt and voice, &lt;br /&gt;God, save the Queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5279984133521653521?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5279984133521653521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5279984133521653521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5279984133521653521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5279984133521653521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-save-our-queen.html' title='God, Save Our Queen'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7655095806754085665</id><published>2010-11-20T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:59:51.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Leaving the Lights Behind</title><content type='html'>Do you remember kicking the night sky into the flood lights&lt;br /&gt;Out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;We were the first day and the last nights&lt;br /&gt;Just to take it all back and fall behind&lt;br /&gt;But I, I thought I'd never see them right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank the Lord&lt;br /&gt;That we're never coming back here again.&lt;br /&gt;All the days we spent,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for the day we came alive,&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the day we met and to the day of our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;On your blessed bed&lt;br /&gt;I am without you and without this&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't have a single regret&lt;br /&gt;Just you, you and I can put it all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank the Lord&lt;br /&gt;That we're never coming back here again.&lt;br /&gt;All the days we spent,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for the day we came alive,&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you got me&lt;br /&gt;Here on your first bet,&lt;br /&gt;That I'd always be the one, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Then we fall down&lt;br /&gt;Down onto your bed,&lt;br /&gt;And all our talk is real tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever will commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank the Lord&lt;br /&gt;That we're never coming back here again.&lt;br /&gt;All the days we spent,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for the day we came alive,&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we got it right.&lt;div 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Behind'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-364438049706873599</id><published>2010-09-19T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:07:54.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Destroy The Clocks</title><content type='html'>Inspired by new Linkin Park album 'A Thousand Suns' Post-apocalyptic-it's all our fault-philosophical crap ;)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy The Clocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the buildings fall&lt;br /&gt;The fires burning out.&lt;br /&gt;The dust it settles down,&lt;br /&gt;It buries wounds of what is found&lt;br /&gt;And soldiers laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;But in the cold and rust,&lt;br /&gt;The lack of time,&lt;br /&gt;The endless space and what is mine;&lt;br /&gt;The calm it seems to carry a final prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Because where you will find the deepest snow,&lt;br /&gt;The brightest stars&lt;br /&gt;From here I know,&lt;br /&gt;They're all alive in beauty and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissemble hands,&lt;br /&gt;Melt the cogs,&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And search for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the empty lands&lt;br /&gt;I feel the thunder storms.&lt;br /&gt;The moon it glides above,&lt;br /&gt;In all its blissful ignorance&lt;br /&gt;That shows it's so much more.&lt;br /&gt;But on the corpse of Earth,&lt;br /&gt;That's cold and grey&lt;br /&gt;That sings the wars of fear kept astray;&lt;br /&gt;The levees break so that we discover truths.&lt;br /&gt;Because where you will find the deepest snow,&lt;br /&gt;The brightest stars&lt;br /&gt;From here I know,&lt;br /&gt;They're all alive in beauty and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissemble hands,&lt;br /&gt;Melt the cogs,&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And search for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we drop, woah.&lt;br /&gt;The atoms will explode.&lt;br /&gt;And God will leave us no&lt;br /&gt;Time to destroy&lt;br /&gt;The clocks&lt;br /&gt;The fear,&lt;br /&gt;And leave us thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, woah&lt;br /&gt;The atoms will explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dissemble hands,&lt;br /&gt;Melt the cogs,&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And search for God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-364438049706873599?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-8042130290771387688</id><published>2010-08-26T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:09:03.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>Um. Jimmy Eat World inspired. For someone amazing :) Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stood out at the corner of your road&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know that I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;I can see your house out the corner of my eye,&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you're home.&lt;br /&gt;No I can't see movement and I can't see your bedroom light,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're close because I know&lt;br /&gt;And because the stars have never looked so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me&lt;br /&gt;They begged me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know&lt;br /&gt;And they can't see&lt;br /&gt;My heart beating as you walk to me.&lt;br /&gt;They could never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's cold underneath this clocktower,&lt;br /&gt;But it's good just to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I can see your eyes darting back and forth,&lt;br /&gt;Between my lips and my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;No I can't breath right and I can't let go,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're close because I know,&lt;br /&gt;And because the stars are all on show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me&lt;br /&gt;They begged me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know&lt;br /&gt;And they can't see,&lt;br /&gt;My heart beating as you walk to me.&lt;br /&gt;They could never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes up don't forget where I am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always where you think I'll be,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not done waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your lies and I&lt;br /&gt;I will remain&lt;br /&gt;Unable to tear myself away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-8042130290771387688?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8042130290771387688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=8042130290771387688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/8042130290771387688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/8042130290771387688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2010/08/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-8273564103273666676</id><published>2010-07-22T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:15:34.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>A Year In the Life Of...</title><content type='html'>Very basic. Listening to a lot of acoustic stuff from Three Days Grace, Finch and Taking Back Sunday. Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Year In the Life Of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to take me months,&lt;br /&gt;In fact it's been one year to date,&lt;br /&gt;Since you turned my life around,&lt;br /&gt;And put the ending right in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the pain from dying away,&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame the memories for wanting to stay.&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't remember how I got to this place,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm not leaving without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep my heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's no point to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;And you keep my head spinning,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can still see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for everyone getting in the way,&lt;br /&gt;And forgive me for assuming you wanted to stay.&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't remember thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't comprehend a life without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep my heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's no point to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;And you keep my head spinning,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the sky above your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to drown behind&lt;br /&gt;Constant nightmares coming my way,&lt;br /&gt;But they're never enough to stop me to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep my heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's no point to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;And you keep my head spinning,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can still see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't remember thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't comprehend a life without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-8273564103273666676?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8273564103273666676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-4601904945849324290</id><published>2010-06-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:39:55.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Souled</title><content type='html'>I want to come back to this...inspired by 'Move On' by Fort Minor and The Divine Comedy by Dante. enjoy xx (oh, note that "blessed" is pronounced [bless-ed] not [blessd]) and forgive the awful pun in the title, i'll rethink it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for greeting the sinned and blessed at the door,&lt;br /&gt;Passing judgement and thieving and begging them for more.&lt;br /&gt;Well we don't need your valid opinions valued here,&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd kindly step aside and the devil shall appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place you on a pedestal that's looming way up high,&lt;br /&gt;So you can sneer and raise your chin at us peasants passing by.&lt;br /&gt;And as your ego grows so do the spikes above your head,&lt;br /&gt;Accept the blessed and forgive the others' sins,&lt;br /&gt;And soon the growing pedestal will make the blessed dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way way down, beneath the last circle of hell,&lt;br /&gt;A place is reserved and I know that it will fit you well.&lt;br /&gt;Don't preach to me your false ideals or parade around your gold,&lt;br /&gt;My soul is still in tact but yours is going gone sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rather unrelated event has appeared today,&lt;br /&gt;The devil's here to tell you that your pretty head can stay.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to get off your pedestal now, your fate will soon be near,&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd kindly join us down below and the devil shall appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way way down, beneath the last circle of hell,&lt;br /&gt;A place is reserved and I know that it will fit you well.&lt;br /&gt;Don't preach to me your false ideals or parade around your gold,&lt;br /&gt;My soul is still in tact but yours is going gone sold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-4601904945849324290?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4601904945849324290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=4601904945849324290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bear with me it may come back. Here's an intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dare (Intro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop this rhythm is right here,&lt;br /&gt;No locks this figure just don't care,&lt;br /&gt;Go bang-bang, honey this game ain't fair,&lt;br /&gt;No messing now; this game is called I Dare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5474468019160821579?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5474468019160821579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5474468019160821579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5474468019160821579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Just...shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said,&lt;br /&gt;Things get better in time.&lt;br /&gt;They said,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;You said,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the things that tore us apart,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's true is in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired of wishing away,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that were there the other day,&lt;br /&gt;And I can never make you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did.&lt;br /&gt;Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love was my purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Purpose to take breath.&lt;br /&gt;When it went it left pain,&lt;br /&gt;And my path clear to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;That are too large to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;They say life moves on,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure there's no more.&lt;br /&gt;I already had life,&lt;br /&gt;But I blew it away,&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no point in living today.&lt;br /&gt;And I can never make you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did.&lt;br /&gt;Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love was my purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Purpose to take breath.&lt;br /&gt;When it went it left pain,&lt;br /&gt;And my path clear to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can never make you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did.&lt;br /&gt;Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5413651483864993420?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5413651483864993420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5413651483864993420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5413651483864993420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5413651483864993420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-love.html' title='Your Love'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7225315462744524056</id><published>2010-04-23T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:35:06.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>We Are Dead</title><content type='html'>Say Anything-inspired. Not much to say, it all fit together nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Are Dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a vast amount of human understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs in science and religion do not divide,&lt;br /&gt;Instead they leak and suffer and bleed...&lt;br /&gt;But we are dead,&lt;br /&gt;To the world that left us dying.&lt;br /&gt;We are slaves,&lt;br /&gt;To a man with no understanding.&lt;br /&gt;We can flee,&lt;br /&gt;But then he'd know that we're running.&lt;br /&gt;And he'd creep,&lt;br /&gt;Across every known desert,&lt;br /&gt;Until the man that's sat above,&lt;br /&gt;Feigns blindness and leaves us standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll follow us back home,&lt;br /&gt;They'll knock on our front doors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll paint us red,&lt;br /&gt;Knock off our heads,&lt;br /&gt;And quietly leave us dying.&lt;br /&gt;And if we tied them to their throne,&lt;br /&gt;They'll make us mop their floors.&lt;br /&gt;We'd paint through led,&lt;br /&gt;Get high instead,&lt;br /&gt;And leave his majesty sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are dead,&lt;br /&gt;To the world that left us dying.&lt;br /&gt;We are slaves,&lt;br /&gt;To a man with no understanding.&lt;br /&gt;We can flee,&lt;br /&gt;But then he'd know that we're running.&lt;br /&gt;And then that man that's sat above,&lt;br /&gt;Feigns blindness and leaves us standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll take a stranger's hand,&lt;br /&gt;We'll shoot the snipers down.&lt;br /&gt;Take the ammo,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss while we go,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll proudly leave them dying.&lt;br /&gt;And if all goes as we planned,&lt;br /&gt;The war won't make us frown.&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show,&lt;br /&gt;War is our foe,&lt;br /&gt;Unless everyone is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are dead,&lt;br /&gt;To the world that left us dying.&lt;br /&gt;We are slaves,&lt;br /&gt;To a man with no understanding.&lt;br /&gt;We can flee,&lt;br /&gt;But then he'd know that we're running.&lt;br /&gt;And then that man that's sat above,&lt;br /&gt;Feigns blindness and leaves us standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7225315462744524056?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7225315462744524056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7225315462744524056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7225315462744524056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7225315462744524056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-dead.html' title='We Are Dead'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-8898721679060827489</id><published>2010-04-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:55:32.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete'/><title type='text'>Changing (The Stairs Song)</title><content type='html'>UUURGH. I'm just trying to make a point. THINGS CHANGE. Things happen and people change. And it sucks like hell but it happens...you just have to move on and hope that somewhere ahead things change for the better. At times you might feel trapped and unable to move on but things change. They do. Be careful.&lt;br /&gt;Mix of pop-rock and hard-rock. Like mixing Paramore ('All I Wanted') and Fightstar ('We Apologize for Nothing').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;Changing (The Stairs Song)&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There at the edge of the room,&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, crying over me.&lt;br /&gt;But here where I'm standing now,&lt;br /&gt;Not in one place, you're confused like me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't reset the things we said,&lt;br /&gt;I can't perform repairs.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're waiting up ahead,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house keeps changing,&lt;br /&gt;Parts arranging,&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid the prices,&lt;br /&gt;Restored from crisis,&lt;br /&gt;Changing through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is a cupboard,&lt;br /&gt;Where we've pushed things, hidden them from sight.&lt;br /&gt;But where we couldn't find the space,&lt;br /&gt;They're everywhere, causing us to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I can't reset the things I said,&lt;br /&gt;I can't perform repairs.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're waiting up ahead,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house keeps changing,&lt;br /&gt;Parts arranging,&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid the prices,&lt;br /&gt;Restored from crisis,&lt;br /&gt;Changing through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change to pass the time,&lt;br /&gt;But it still crawls past.&lt;br /&gt;I guess change is not a crime,&lt;br /&gt;But a murder's been forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't change the things we said,&lt;br /&gt;I can't perform repairs.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you waiting up ahead,&lt;br /&gt;But there aren't any stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart keeps changing,&lt;br /&gt;Parts arranging,&lt;br /&gt;Forcing us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid your prices,&lt;br /&gt;Lived through the crisis,&lt;br /&gt;Changing through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid the prices,&lt;br /&gt;Restored from crisis,&lt;br /&gt;Changing through my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-8898721679060827489?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8898721679060827489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=8898721679060827489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/8898721679060827489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/8898721679060827489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/changing-stairs-song.html' title='Changing (The Stairs Song)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-9074661153936761395</id><published>2010-04-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:02:41.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete'/><title type='text'>Believe In You</title><content type='html'>Non-conformist punk-pop-rock. Inspirations include 'Admit It!!!', 'Signal the Rifleman' and 'Woe' by Say Anything. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Believe In You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You speak clearly of me,&lt;br /&gt;And all that you want,&lt;br /&gt;You pay pity to me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's all you've got.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't sit down to take this standing up,&lt;br /&gt;So you should know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to give it up, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take them all away,&lt;br /&gt;To redefine them,&lt;br /&gt;You lured freedom away,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're pissed again.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't sit down to take this standing up,&lt;br /&gt;So you should know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to give it up, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in self-destruction and,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a lock on life's front door and,&lt;br /&gt;We won't take this standing up and,&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're loveless again,&lt;br /&gt;Not so subtly,&lt;br /&gt;And you're lonely again,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't sit down to take this standing up,&lt;br /&gt;You should know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to give it up, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in self-destruction and,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a lock on life's front door and,&lt;br /&gt;We won't take this standing up and,&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;(We won't believe)&lt;br /&gt;So take down your cameras&lt;br /&gt;(We won't believe)&lt;br /&gt;Take down your thousands of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;(And we won't believe)&lt;br /&gt;And we won't believe what you've done,&lt;br /&gt;But don't leave it like this,&lt;br /&gt;Because we won't take this,&lt;br /&gt;We won't take this standing up, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in self-destruction and,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a lock on life's front door and,&lt;br /&gt;We won't take this standing up 'cause,&lt;br /&gt;We won't believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-9074661153936761395?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/9074661153936761395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=9074661153936761395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/9074661153936761395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/9074661153936761395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2010/04/believe-in-you.html' title='Believe In You'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3565123993971574310</id><published>2009-12-02T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:54:40.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Condemn Me</title><content type='html'>My attempt at stoner metal ^_^. I've been listening to a lot of Deftones, and increasing amounts of System of a Down (although 'increasing amounts' means a couple of songs, ha) But yeah, just been in love with Deftones. I don't know where these lyrics came from...but they just came out. Not very likely that me or my band will be doing a stoner metal song...so may come back to this and make it less stoner-like. Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Condemn Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you...&lt;br /&gt;You can damn me for all the things,&lt;br /&gt;All the things I have not done.&lt;br /&gt;And all the songs...&lt;br /&gt;All the songs we have not sung.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is what you want,&lt;br /&gt;This is what you...want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look,&lt;br /&gt;Condemn.&lt;br /&gt;And before you leave,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven shook,&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I leave you...&lt;br /&gt;If I leave you for someone,&lt;br /&gt;Someone more awake.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will know...&lt;br /&gt;You will know I'm tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Am I what you...want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look,&lt;br /&gt;Condemn.&lt;br /&gt;And before you leave,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven shook,&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay still now dear...&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the gun, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Russian roulette, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Your hypocrisy...&lt;br /&gt;It's too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;It's too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look,&lt;br /&gt;Condemn me.&lt;br /&gt;Condemn me.&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave,&lt;br /&gt;As it took.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven...shook...&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3565123993971574310?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3565123993971574310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3565123993971574310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3565123993971574310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3565123993971574310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-attempt-at-stoner-metal.html' title='Condemn Me'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-5145867465832146702</id><published>2009-11-06T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:32:41.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chester bennington'/><title type='text'>Let Down by Dead by Sunrise</title><content type='html'>Self explanatory to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;Chester Bennington's solo project with members of Julien-K/Orgy&lt;br /&gt;Off of the amazing album 'Out of Ashes'&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears fall like rain, down my face again,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the words you wouldn't say,&lt;br /&gt;And the games you played with my unfoolish heart,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should have known this from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the winter and spring,&lt;br /&gt;Going hand in hand just like my love and pain,&lt;br /&gt;How the thought of you cuts deep within the vein,&lt;br /&gt;Oh this brand new skin stretched across scarred terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be let down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my life again,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be lead down the same old road.&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't wanna be let down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my lies again,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be lead down the same old road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those years down the drain,&lt;br /&gt;Love was not enough when you want everything,&lt;br /&gt;What I gave to you and now the end will start,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should have listened to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna be let down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life again,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be lead down the same old road.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be let down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my lies again,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be lead down the same old road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be let down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life again,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be lead down the same old road.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be let down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my lies again,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be lead down the same old road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nY3lw8iSSh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nY3lw8iSSh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5145867465832146702?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5145867465832146702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5145867465832146702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5145867465832146702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5145867465832146702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-down-by-dead-by-sunrise.html' title='Let Down by Dead by Sunrise'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-6199369182197096010</id><published>2009-10-13T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:32:49.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>An Art of Theft</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. When I started this I fully intended it to be about being in love (happily) and hope and emotions. I'm...not quite sure what happened...Oh well. Still stuff I'm feeling, that clashes with the hope ^_^ very simple. Can be done acoustic or as a harder rock song...or compromises of both. Little cheesy. Some inspirations include 'The Only Exception' by Paramore and 'Fire' + 'Into You' by Dead by Sunrise. I may or may not have stolen the title of Ben "Yahtzee" Crosshaw's 'Art of Theft' game, but I like it :D Enjoy xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An Art of Theft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart, an art of theft,&lt;br /&gt;You can't take it back.&lt;br /&gt;But you were gone before you left,&lt;br /&gt;You already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Approaching with fear)&lt;br /&gt;(You were so...distant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was all tired,&lt;br /&gt;And I was so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day, the day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have guessed,&lt;br /&gt;It would be the day, the day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep my heart, a gift at best,&lt;br /&gt;I can't have it back.&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't hurt; your heart not stressed,&lt;br /&gt;You already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Approaching with fear)&lt;br /&gt;(You were so...distant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was all tired,&lt;br /&gt;And I was so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day, the day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have guessed,&lt;br /&gt;It would be the day, the day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to believe in you?&lt;br /&gt;And did you just hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to relinquish you?&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't done with you,&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart,)&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart,)&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart,)&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart,)&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart,)&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, my heart...)&lt;br /&gt;Well it wasn't done with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing your voice,&lt;br /&gt;It came back again,&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day, the day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;The day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was all tired,&lt;br /&gt;And I was so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day, the day that you left.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have guessed,&lt;br /&gt;It would be the day, the day that you left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-6199369182197096010?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6199369182197096010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=6199369182197096010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6199369182197096010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6199369182197096010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-of-theft.html' title='An Art of Theft'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-5627520163041986674</id><published>2009-09-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:12:18.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><title type='text'>The Only Exception - Paramore</title><content type='html'>It's fairly scary how much I feel I identify with these lyrics. Maybe I don't at all, but that's the sign of a true musician/lyricist. Hayley did well no?&lt;br /&gt;Off Paramore's new album 'Brand New Eyes'. Absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Only Exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I saw my daddy cry,&lt;br /&gt;And curse at the wind.&lt;br /&gt;He broke his own heart and I watched, as he tried to reassemble it.&lt;br /&gt;And my mama swore,&lt;br /&gt;That she would never let herself forget.&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day that I promised,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darling you are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;But you are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;But you are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;But you are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I know somewhere, deep in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;That love never lasts,&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to find other ways,&lt;br /&gt;To make it alone,&lt;br /&gt;Or keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;And I've always lived like this,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a comfortable... distance,&lt;br /&gt;And up until now I had sworn to myself,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm content, with loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Let go of what's in front of me here.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me of some kind of proof it's not a dream, ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way to believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm on my way to believing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5627520163041986674?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5627520163041986674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5627520163041986674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5627520163041986674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5627520163041986674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-exception-paramore.html' title='The Only Exception - Paramore'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-4299692609995285189</id><published>2009-09-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:06:22.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Breathe (Copied from LPUMB)</title><content type='html'>Actually wrote it on Word, which is weird for me. Posted it on LPUMB immediately :) then came here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know xD different. Let me know what you think :) Inspired by Juneau (Acoustic) by Funeral for a Friend. I love that song. Enjoyyy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s a sorry sight,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for your pain,&lt;br /&gt;But broken glasses don’t heal wounds,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you’re sorry all the same.&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God,&lt;br /&gt;Or the love of something,&lt;br /&gt;Something that will show me love,&lt;br /&gt;And not create havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sit still, breathe slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Just lie here, die with me,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit still, breathe slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know,&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready for the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m never going to run,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure I’m ready all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me,&lt;br /&gt;Or help somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who deserves help,&lt;br /&gt;And won’t create havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sit still, breathe slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Just lie here, die with me,&lt;br /&gt;Well just sit still, breathe slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe slowly.&lt;br /&gt;And just lie here, and die with me.&lt;br /&gt;Just sit still and breathe below me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe until we die...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly as you lie awake in agony,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit still, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just...breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s a sorry sight,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for my pain,&lt;br /&gt;But broken glasses don’t heal wounds,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure I’m broken all the same.&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God,&lt;br /&gt;Or the love of anything,&lt;br /&gt;Anything that will show me love,&lt;br /&gt;Only creates havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rest.&lt;br /&gt;As we rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-4299692609995285189?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4299692609995285189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=4299692609995285189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4299692609995285189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4299692609995285189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/09/breathe-copied-from-lpumb.html' title='Breathe (Copied from LPUMB)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3216915435681091199</id><published>2009-07-18T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:16:07.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Just Another Song</title><content type='html'>Something I've been working on for a while. Did it so fast. The original title was "Just Another Love Song" but "Just Another Song" fits better :) Um...I was torn how to end it so it goes on for a while...I couldn't make my mind up between a fade out or a big stop. OK...inspired BY...'Sunday Bloody Sunday' by Paramore and 'Palahniuk's Laughter' by Fightstar. Listen to both songs and be confused :P I blended both styles. Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Another Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on changing minds but it'll always be the same.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew about the fires,&lt;br /&gt;About the highs,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please just let me be,&lt;br /&gt;And stop this messing with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And you have to tell me if I have this all wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Because this could end up as just another stupid song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like,&lt;br /&gt;The sun has made it's exit yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is out of control,&lt;br /&gt;Just another broken soul,&lt;br /&gt;Some things just don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this just another song.&lt;br /&gt;(It could be forever, we could change the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a hero.&lt;br /&gt;I'll sacrifice this state of mind to save my loan.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew about the fires,&lt;br /&gt;About the highs,&lt;br /&gt;It's always the lows,&lt;br /&gt;That keep messing with our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like you can't tell me if I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want this to end up...&lt;br /&gt;Because this could end up just another stupid song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like,&lt;br /&gt;The sun has made it's exit yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is out of control,&lt;br /&gt;Just another broken soul,&lt;br /&gt;Some things just don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this just another song.&lt;br /&gt;(It could be forever, we could change the world)&lt;br /&gt;(If we would stay together, we could keep the fold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separations begin with letters of your name,&lt;br /&gt;Riddles get me nowhere all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I could find...&lt;br /&gt;I could lie...&lt;br /&gt;I could find...&lt;br /&gt;And I could lie...&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like,&lt;br /&gt;The sun has made it's exit yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is out of control,&lt;br /&gt;Just another broken soul,&lt;br /&gt;Some things just don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this just another,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone again,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never think about back then,&lt;br /&gt;It won't feel right...&lt;br /&gt;It's what you like...&lt;br /&gt;The sun hasn't made the exit yet,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right...&lt;br /&gt;Just another stupid song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like,&lt;br /&gt;The sun has made it's exit yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is out of control,&lt;br /&gt;Just another broken soul,&lt;br /&gt;Some things just don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this just another song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it could be forever, we could change the world together,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny the pain we feel,&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong...&lt;br /&gt;It's just another song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3216915435681091199?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3216915435681091199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3216915435681091199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3216915435681091199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3216915435681091199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-another-song.html' title='Just Another Song'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-6211017354643875805</id><published>2009-07-13T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:19:26.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete'/><title type='text'>My Love-Sick Melody (Demo)</title><content type='html'>Yeah I sorta stole the title off Paramore (Stop This Song [Love-Sick Melody] oh WELL. It was inspired by that song as well as Rewind too :) Quite similar to rewind. It needs work and more originality xD so I will come back to it. About a boy (woah didn't see that coming did you?) ah well...it's a bit over the top but I do worry about this sometimes and I don't want to actually say it; so as per-usual I put it into lyrics. Demo because it's very rough. Enjoy anyway. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Love-Sick Melody [Demo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart that you run,&lt;br /&gt;It's always running,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm being cautious,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw it coming,&lt;br /&gt;How could we go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you,&lt;br /&gt;It's for all of this,&lt;br /&gt;And for a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Please go back if we're not moving forward,&lt;br /&gt;Erase this pain like you promised you would,&lt;br /&gt;And erase this love if you can't control it,&lt;br /&gt;Just erase this heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart that you run,&lt;br /&gt;Well it's always running,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;That I saw it coming,&lt;br /&gt;I will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall right back into step,&lt;br /&gt;Just like it was nothing,&lt;br /&gt;You step right back while I keep on falling,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong so just give me warning,&lt;br /&gt;But I may be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So God please just keep this running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart that you run,&lt;br /&gt;Well it's always running,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;That I saw it coming,&lt;br /&gt;I will go on.&lt;br /&gt;I will go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep peacefully,&lt;br /&gt;And I sleep silent,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say how it scares me,&lt;br /&gt;That this might be the ending,&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I can't handle this,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't handle it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well my heart that you run,&lt;br /&gt;It'll keep on running,&lt;br /&gt;And it won't be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;That I saw it coming,&lt;br /&gt;I will go on, without you,&lt;br /&gt;But it won't have a meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;br /&gt;And I will go on without you,&lt;br /&gt;But it won't have a meaning,&lt;br /&gt;And I will go on without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to leave without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-6211017354643875805?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6211017354643875805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=6211017354643875805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6211017354643875805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6211017354643875805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-sick-melody-demo.html' title='My Love-Sick Melody (Demo)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-9164380028861380913</id><published>2009-07-04T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:42:39.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Somewhere I've Never Been</title><content type='html'>I had to do this one...this has been bugging me for ages: the song AND the subject. For my friends...I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somewhere I've Never Been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to leave,&lt;br /&gt;And I will have a reason,&lt;br /&gt;A fire escape, another lie,&lt;br /&gt;A twist of fate and Californian sky,&lt;br /&gt;To ease the wound.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow night is way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die low we go,&lt;br /&gt;Reform a shattered dream.&lt;br /&gt;Cry no I know,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;(Somewhere I've never been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you did,&lt;br /&gt;It's what you didn't need to say,&lt;br /&gt;A false apology, another fake day,&lt;br /&gt;A simple hug,&lt;br /&gt;A vain promise that things will change,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not enough to make me stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die low we go.&lt;br /&gt;Reform a shattered dream,&lt;br /&gt;Cry no I know,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;(Somewhere I've never seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies go,&lt;br /&gt;Through your soul.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere whole.&lt;br /&gt;To trust hope,&lt;br /&gt;And find something I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die low we go,&lt;br /&gt;Reform a shattered dream,&lt;br /&gt;Cry no I know,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you've never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere where I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere that this is just a dream...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me your lies.&lt;br /&gt;I won't need this disguise.&lt;br /&gt;I might come back some day,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm too tired to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die low we go,&lt;br /&gt;Another shattered dream,&lt;br /&gt;Cry no I know,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I know I've never been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-9164380028861380913?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/9164380028861380913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=9164380028861380913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/9164380028861380913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/9164380028861380913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/07/somewhere-ive-never-been.html' title='Somewhere I&apos;ve Never Been'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-4191345819182981054</id><published>2009-06-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:56:39.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>On the Horizon (Copied from LPUMB)</title><content type='html'>All of the below is copied from my thread in the LPUMB Lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of inspirations for this. First I was thinking about doing something like We Are Broken by Paramore. Then I was thinking about how the weather had changed recently and there had been a storm. And then I thought about Funeral for a Friend's concept album: Tales Don't Tell Themselves. I was thinking about these things and some others like Cellar Door by Holly Brook and Taking Back Sunday songs and Hawthorns Heights and stuff...but it came out like this. And I like it. Tell me what you think... x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On the Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning with the cold,&lt;br /&gt;It freezes minds, it freezes souls,&lt;br /&gt;To keep me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me the sun will shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes, on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back home,&lt;br /&gt;We'll follow the sun,&lt;br /&gt;You promise me the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And keep your eyes, on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the summer heat,&lt;br /&gt;It pales the work, it pales the sea,&lt;br /&gt;To keep me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me the sun is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes, on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back home,&lt;br /&gt;We'll follow the sun,&lt;br /&gt;You promise me the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And keep your eyes, on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the heat with storms,&lt;br /&gt;It clouds the sky, it clouds our forms,&lt;br /&gt;To keep me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me the sun will shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes, on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back home,&lt;br /&gt;We'll follow the sun,&lt;br /&gt;You promise me the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And keep your eyes, on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you,&lt;br /&gt;And the timber frame,&lt;br /&gt;That supports the crew,&lt;br /&gt;And the water,&lt;br /&gt;That runs,&lt;br /&gt;The firing of the guns.&lt;br /&gt;And rushing water,&lt;br /&gt;Filling my lungs,&lt;br /&gt;And eyes that cannot see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes, on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back home,&lt;br /&gt;We'll follow the sun,&lt;br /&gt;You promise me the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And keep your eyes, on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with, the sand and water,&lt;br /&gt;The pounding, in my head and shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;The ship that, lays across tens of miles,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;But the storm, the wind has settled down,&lt;br /&gt;It's anger has abated, it's crime done,&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere along the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes, on the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back home,&lt;br /&gt;We'll follow the sun,&lt;br /&gt;So promise me the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And keep your eyes, on the horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-4191345819182981054?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4191345819182981054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=4191345819182981054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4191345819182981054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4191345819182981054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-horizon-copied-from-lpumb.html' title='On the Horizon (Copied from LPUMB)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-5902762030789642045</id><published>2009-05-19T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:55:54.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>Velocity Thunder</title><content type='html'>Trying to calm down and regroup after "Falling" so here's a more organised piece. Just a few ideas,nothing serious. Hmmmmm, if you're wondering about the title I have a short story :) (hooray!!) So my friend Lara suggested (i think i can't really remember how that went down) that I wrote a song called Velocity Thunder. I messed about with some guitar parts but the idea sort of faded away. The process was all backwards: writing a song to match a title? It didn't make sense. But when I wrote this, I couldn't think of a title but I was thinking about Lara anyways and so it sort of clicked. I have no idea...scrap? Hmm, I'm torn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Velocity Thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is plain, it's back again,&lt;br /&gt;It brings rain and fountain pens,&lt;br /&gt;Stormy nights, they're so deceiving,&lt;br /&gt;If God falls down from the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Oh wouldn't that be a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying close to mountain sides,&lt;br /&gt;Another broken window.&lt;br /&gt;You pick up that stupid smile,&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere we can go.&lt;br /&gt;With a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always pleasing, ain't it so sad,&lt;br /&gt;Forget who and what you had,&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy lights, that we're revealing,&lt;br /&gt;If gold falls down from the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Oh wouldn't that be a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying close to mountain sides,&lt;br /&gt;Another broken window.&lt;br /&gt;You pick up that stupid smile,&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere we can go.&lt;br /&gt;With a show.&lt;br /&gt;Uhoh.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying close to mountain sides,&lt;br /&gt;Another broken window.&lt;br /&gt;You pick up that stupid smile,&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere we can go.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll go.&lt;br /&gt;For the show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5902762030789642045?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5902762030789642045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5902762030789642045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5902762030789642045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5902762030789642045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/velocity-thunder.html' title='Velocity Thunder'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-6736260322313372560</id><published>2009-05-19T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:48:55.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Venting. Again. Maybe I should make that a tag...*ponders* nah. :) Ok...um, very personal and...well it's all explained in the lyrics. En processo. Couple of lines I'm unsure about. I'll get back to it, this one has promise.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone alone is always wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But is there someone there for me,&lt;br /&gt;Something now is always listening,&lt;br /&gt;But is there someone there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall the night that we fell apart,&lt;br /&gt;(Do you recall, do you recall)&lt;br /&gt;I was down on the ground and you broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;(You don't recall, you don't recall)&lt;br /&gt;Well let me remind you...&lt;br /&gt;It was black,&lt;br /&gt;It was dark,&lt;br /&gt;It was hell and I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here; I'm still standing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me down and call me always,&lt;br /&gt;You're playing your last card.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep walking ignore the pain,&lt;br /&gt;This time it went too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and always broken,&lt;br /&gt;But this mask does so much for me,&lt;br /&gt;I spend all nights awake in fear,&lt;br /&gt;But this mask does so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall that night when we fell apart,&lt;br /&gt;(Say you recall, say you recall)&lt;br /&gt;I was down on the ground when you broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;(You won't recall, you won't recall)&lt;br /&gt;Well let me remind you...&lt;br /&gt;It was black,&lt;br /&gt;It was dark,&lt;br /&gt;It was hell and I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here; I'm still standing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me down and call me always,&lt;br /&gt;You're playing your last card.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep walking ignore the pain,&lt;br /&gt;This time it went too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you call me,&lt;br /&gt;(When you call me)&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect for me to hear the phone,&lt;br /&gt;(I'm trapped alone and I can't hear it)&lt;br /&gt;So when you call,&lt;br /&gt;That you recall,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I've gone somewhere that you can't hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can get some sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can kill some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me down and call me always,&lt;br /&gt;You're playing your last card.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep walking ignore the pain,&lt;br /&gt;This time you went way too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop,&lt;br /&gt;You're not calling,&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep 'cause I'm still falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-6736260322313372560?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6736260322313372560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=6736260322313372560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6736260322313372560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6736260322313372560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-201869665096011335</id><published>2009-05-15T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:51:46.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip-hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike shinoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkin park'/><title type='text'>It's Goin' Down by The X-Ecutioners feat Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>Somebody asked me if I had to listen to one song for the rest of my life, what would it be? Naturally, I knew it would be something to do with Linkin Park and/or Mike Shinoda. But earlier I saw this video again and I knew that this would be the song. I would never get sick of this.   &lt;br /&gt;Honest to God, I have no idea how Shinoda comes up with these lyrics...but they are...indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's Goin' Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going down,&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm projects 'round the next sound,&lt;br /&gt;Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now,&lt;br /&gt;Detects the mesh of many elements compressed down,&lt;br /&gt;The melting pot of a super-futuresque style,&lt;br /&gt;The combination of the vocal caress,&lt;br /&gt;With lungs the gasp for breath from emotional stress,&lt;br /&gt;With special effects,&lt;br /&gt;And a distorted collage,&lt;br /&gt;Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going down,&lt;br /&gt;A logical progression on the timeline,&lt;br /&gt;The seperation narrowed down to a fine line,&lt;br /&gt;To blur the edges so they blend together properly,&lt;br /&gt;Take you on an audible odyssey now;&lt;br /&gt;It's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it out for the world to see,&lt;br /&gt;LP and X-Men to the 10th degree. (It's goin down)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in the world is safe,&lt;br /&gt;When we melt down the wax in your record crate (It's going down)&lt;br /&gt;Put it out for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;LP and X-Men to the 10th degree (It's goin down)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in the world is safe&lt;br /&gt;When we melt down the wax in your record crate (It's going down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it is;&lt;br /&gt;Composed sentences all together venomous,&lt;br /&gt;The four elements of natural force projected daily through the sound of the source,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody on board as we blend:&lt;br /&gt;The sword with the pen,&lt;br /&gt;The mightiest of the weapons swinging right from the chin,&lt;br /&gt;To elevate of mental states long gone with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;To defend men from shoddy imitation pretends,&lt;br /&gt;It's going down,&lt;br /&gt;Style assimilation readily,&lt;br /&gt;Trekking through the weaponry,&lt;br /&gt;Of the pure pedigree,&lt;br /&gt;Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the weather be,&lt;br /&gt;We invent it steadily,&lt;br /&gt;It's going down sub-terrestrial high,&lt;br /&gt;I rhyme regiment that's calling the shots,&lt;br /&gt;Exectution of colloborative plots,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to bring the seperation of style to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going down,&lt;br /&gt;A logical progression on the timeline,&lt;br /&gt;The seperation narrowed down to a fine line,&lt;br /&gt;To blur the edges so they blend together properly,&lt;br /&gt;Take you on an audible odyssey now;&lt;br /&gt;It's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men 'bout to blast off world wide&lt;br /&gt;X-men 'bout to blast off world wide&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to blast off world wide&lt;br /&gt;And you do it like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put put...put it up&lt;br /&gt;I said it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;And you do it like this&lt;br /&gt;It's going down&lt;br /&gt;Put put...put it up&lt;br /&gt;I said it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;And you do it like this&lt;br /&gt;It's going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0nyy6AcfY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0nyy6AcfY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-201869665096011335?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/201869665096011335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=201869665096011335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/201869665096011335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/201869665096011335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-goin-down-by-x-ecutioners-feat.html' title='It&apos;s Goin&apos; Down by The X-Ecutioners feat Linkin Park'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-2942080344273736993</id><published>2009-05-11T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:12:09.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>Turns to Nothing (Copied from LPUMB)</title><content type='html'>All copied from LPUMB. Not gonna go anywhere with this, but an interesting piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH...QUICK...WRITING SOMETHING. Ok, so random, so fast, deep if you look at it. Dysfunctional relationships, caffeine, imaginary drugs, insomnia, heartbreak, attraction, denial. Etc. Hard Rock/Funk Rock/Alternative. Listen to Stacked Actors by Foo Fighters and you'll get how those combine.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reeeading enjoyyy xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns to Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sitting back thinking nothing but your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God what a lie, such a pretty little mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like that but I'm still not right,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing crack or little white lies,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I get higher every time I get high,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I get high from the smell of your dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a dream to be shaken free,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a life to remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm falling back it's all good I promise,&lt;br /&gt;It's just not like this, you running into my fist,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asleep but I'm still not alive,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pushing pills or trying to fly,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I fly higher every time I fly high,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I get high, I swear I get high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a dream to be shaken free,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a life to remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you hold on to me.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we stop.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave when I began to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a dream to be shaken free,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a life to remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get higher for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep running for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep running,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep running,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a dream&lt;br /&gt;(Not such a dream)&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a life&lt;br /&gt;(A pretty lousy life)&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read&lt;br /&gt;Can't you read me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-2942080344273736993?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2942080344273736993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=2942080344273736993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2942080344273736993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2942080344273736993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/turns-to-nothing-copied-from-lpumb.html' title='Turns to Nothing (Copied from LPUMB)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-8668792808386492590</id><published>2009-05-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:23:30.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>No Eye Contact for Pathological Liars</title><content type='html'>Just some confessions...yeah I find it hard to make eye contact with people and when I do it makes me...angry? Just some musings. The first paragraph is an intro,played quieter than the rest. The rest of it is pretty conventional. Acoustic guitar. Mercury Summer by Fightstar inspired, although it now sounds nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Eye Contact for Pathological Liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lost,&lt;br /&gt;True to you I'll fall again.&lt;br /&gt;Should have known from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I never would be true again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did it get so bad,&lt;br /&gt;When did it get to this extreme,&lt;br /&gt;Why would I fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Why would I pick at this thin seem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Who I am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't moving,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;When did it all fall down to this.&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't moving,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's spinning,&lt;br /&gt;When did my lies bring us to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how will I make it back,&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I ruined everything,&lt;br /&gt;Why would I lie to you,&lt;br /&gt;Why would I push your love from me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't meet your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't moving,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;When did it all fall down to this.&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't moving,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's spinning,&lt;br /&gt;When did my lies bring us to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know...&lt;br /&gt;Why it's so hard for me...&lt;br /&gt;To simply look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In anyone's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Cause no-one can hide,&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the lies,&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the lies,&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the lies,&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the lies...&lt;br /&gt;That I can't meet your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't moving,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;When did it all fall down to this.&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't moving,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's spinning,&lt;br /&gt;When did my lies bring us to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this,&lt;br /&gt;Because of this,&lt;br /&gt;Because of this,&lt;br /&gt;Because of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-8668792808386492590?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8668792808386492590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=8668792808386492590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/8668792808386492590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/8668792808386492590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-eye-contact-for-pathological-liars.html' title='No Eye Contact for Pathological Liars'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-2568078431137087609</id><published>2009-05-04T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:28:14.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete'/><title type='text'>In Fair Verona (Where We Lay Our Scene)</title><content type='html'>Copied off LPU. Zomg, I actually FINISHED a song! It's a miracle! Ahahaa! Big thanks to GlassGhost for his support on this, gave me the confidence to actually put the "completed" tag on this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a slow, mournful but alternative thing here. A bit like Porcelain by Red Hot Chili Peppers/Still by Foo Fighters/Session by LP. Very Romeo and Juliet orientated. Hence the title... enjoy xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fair Verona (Where We Lay Our Scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful verb,&lt;br /&gt;Treated softly by the world,&lt;br /&gt;Well sweet angel,&lt;br /&gt;I want and you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;Every piece of this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Blown gently by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, we are so foresaken.&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, tell us you're mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Tell us love is just a word,&lt;br /&gt;Just a loving gentle verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Blown gently by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;They take away what love means,&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor angel,&lt;br /&gt;We desire but never get,&lt;br /&gt;The word and it's distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Blown gently by your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, we are so foresaken.&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, tell us you're mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Tell us love is just a word,&lt;br /&gt;Just a loving gentle verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Blown gently by your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet love,&lt;br /&gt;Oh angel coming from above,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears they stain my dress,&lt;br /&gt;Fills me with lust that will never rest.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my angel drenched in blood,&lt;br /&gt;Your tears they stain my skin,&lt;br /&gt;They boil the love the rests within.&lt;br /&gt;It stays dormant,&lt;br /&gt;It stays cold,&lt;br /&gt;And releases your relinquished souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, we are so foresaken.&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, tell us you're mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Tell us love is just a word,&lt;br /&gt;Just a loving gentle verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Blown gently by the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-2568078431137087609?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2568078431137087609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=2568078431137087609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2568078431137087609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/2568078431137087609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-fair-verona-where-we-lay-our-scene.html' title='In Fair Verona (Where We Lay Our Scene)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3953551226060338465</id><published>2009-03-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:11:46.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MFR'/><title type='text'>Die A Thousand Times</title><content type='html'>I was thinking I should do something that isn't so personal and pissy. This was what I came out with. I don't just wanna bitch about my life in my lyrics or all the things and people that piss me off, although it may seem like I do that a lot. Those songs are still heartfelt and could be a lot worse (like Slipknot lyrics *shudders*) but I needed to try something different. This is about basically everyone in my life (myself included) and how we complain about our lives,when really we have it pretty damn good. I know it doesn't do much good but; dedicated to the people who are actually suffering.  x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Die A Thousand Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Then let me guess the ending.&lt;br /&gt;You can't take away my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You can't take away his lies.&lt;br /&gt;Why we complain I'll never see,&lt;br /&gt;This world just seems corrupt to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing for you,&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun sings for the damned blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight for you,&lt;br /&gt;When the people hide their only lies,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll die...&lt;br /&gt;And we'll die a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a story of a far-away land,&lt;br /&gt;Then let me bring you back again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see the suffering men,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see the tracks again.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives aren't tragic we have so much more,&lt;br /&gt;And yet we feel so underscored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing for you,&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun sings for the damned blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight for you,&lt;br /&gt;When the people hide their only lies,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll die...&lt;br /&gt;And we'll die a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of your reflections,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of seeing black and white.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all your expectations,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all this unearned time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing for you,&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun sings for the damned blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight, I'll fight,&lt;br /&gt;When the people hide every single lie,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll die,&lt;br /&gt;We'll die a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicforrelief.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3953551226060338465?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3953551226060338465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3953551226060338465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3953551226060338465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3953551226060338465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/die-thousand-times.html' title='Die A Thousand Times'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-4808232877323868557</id><published>2009-03-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:10:20.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Take It All</title><content type='html'>Subtle right? Haha,venting my frustration on my songs. Started as a rap like old LP (Xero) songs but turned into this massive dramatic semi-acoustic thing.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued. I don't know if I want to make it longer but it will end on that chorus for sure. Err,talking about a couple of people in this song. They're both my friends,one more than the other. Written about them but it can be about any attention seeking situation really. For anybody who feels they get caught in the middle of their friends' depression. Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Take It All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives were lost today,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sitting here as you throw yours away,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought about everyone I knew,&lt;br /&gt;Has gone or has changed and you've got me confused,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the edge, so close to giving up,&lt;br /&gt;Your pain and hurt is another's good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want attention (take it)&lt;br /&gt;You want pity (take it)&lt;br /&gt;You want my sanity,you want my time,&lt;br /&gt;Just take it,take it all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh take it,take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you learn to live with what you've got,&lt;br /&gt;Slit your wrists 'cause you're fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not buying your life dear,&lt;br /&gt;Do you take me for a fool,&lt;br /&gt;I know the trick you're trying to pull,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired and I'm on edge,&lt;br /&gt;I won't save your life again,&lt;br /&gt;Just scream,before you count to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want attention (take it)&lt;br /&gt;You want pity (take it)&lt;br /&gt;You want my sanity,you want my time,&lt;br /&gt;Just take it,take it all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh take it,take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not on your own,&lt;br /&gt;You're dying to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering behind this mask,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let you see.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want attention (take it)&lt;br /&gt;You want pity (take it)&lt;br /&gt;You want my sanity,you want my time,&lt;br /&gt;You want help but you're doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;You want it all,you want it all,&lt;br /&gt;Just take it,take it all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh take it,take it all.&lt;br /&gt;Take it,take it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-4808232877323868557?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4808232877323868557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=4808232877323868557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4808232877323868557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4808232877323868557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-it-all.html' title='Take It All'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-5926599383745100844</id><published>2009-02-22T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:08:24.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryuuai motel'/><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>No it doesn't stand for Save Our Souls. It stands for Sex Over Sanity (according to my friend Addy) Uh, wrote this while RyuuAi Motel was still together. I wrote the first version,Addy(guitarist)messed around with it,threw it away,wrote 2 more before getting it right. Or as right as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna do anything with this seeing as R.A.M broke up, thought I'd put it up anyway, enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex Over Sanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of kissing you feels so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So why does this feel so right?&lt;br /&gt;You’re my personal enemy,&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life…&lt;br /&gt;Stop walking next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Stop me falling deeper in love,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my sanity isn’t real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d silence me,&lt;br /&gt;I promised I’d forget all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;When you challenge my sanity,&lt;br /&gt;I just choose the sex.&lt;br /&gt;Sex over sanity,&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder now to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Your blood is filling my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re like a drug and you’ve got me hooked,&lt;br /&gt;I should know better by now,&lt;br /&gt;But I still can’t stop kissing you,&lt;br /&gt;It’ll work somehow…&lt;br /&gt;Come and sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Come and show me how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late I’ve fallen in love,&lt;br /&gt;This time my sanity is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d silence me,&lt;br /&gt;I promised I’d forget all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;When you challenge my sanity,&lt;br /&gt;I just choose the sex.&lt;br /&gt;Sex over sanity,&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder now to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Your blood is filling my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should leave me be,&lt;br /&gt;You should be scared.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have broken the rules,&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have cared.&lt;br /&gt;We should run and get away,&lt;br /&gt;We should take our chance.&lt;br /&gt;I should leave you human,&lt;br /&gt;I should make this kiss our last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d silence me,&lt;br /&gt;I promised I’d forget all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;When you challenge my sanity,&lt;br /&gt;I just choose the sex.&lt;br /&gt;Sex over sanity,&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder now to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Your blood is filling my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am…&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what you need.&lt;br /&gt;But your blood…&lt;br /&gt;Makes it hard to leave.&lt;br /&gt;This time more will be less,&lt;br /&gt;And this time it’s SOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d silence me,&lt;br /&gt;I promised I’d forget all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;When you challenge my sanity,&lt;br /&gt;I just choose the sex.&lt;br /&gt;Sex over sanity,&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder now to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Your blood is filling my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stand to leave this sex over sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-5926599383745100844?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5926599383745100844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=5926599383745100844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5926599383745100844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/5926599383745100844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3247618149114680139</id><published>2009-02-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:55:20.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>If It's True</title><content type='html'>Literally wrote this in 5 minutes. I'll come back to it, but I needed to get something done this weekend I feel very useless. Oh yeah, I'm on my brother's computer until Monday afternoon when he gets back from Spain and so I have access to Guitar Pro 5. I wrote a nice little guitar piece that fits with this OK.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet inspired       x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If It's True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you done,&lt;br /&gt;Are you finishing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And seeing nothing but contempt,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;Are you done, are you finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you know can't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck wishing for something you can't have,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;(If it's true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the heart of heartless dreams,&lt;br /&gt;You are the smile in final weeks,&lt;br /&gt;You are the sun, you are the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You're in no heart,&lt;br /&gt;But you're alone in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you know can't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck wishing for something you can't have,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;(If it's true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you real,&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just insane.&lt;br /&gt;Is this choice,&lt;br /&gt;Or am I tempting fate.&lt;br /&gt;I should have left you, should have killed you,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is dying with your pain,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hurt myself and not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you know can't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck wishing for something you can't have,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of you.&lt;br /&gt;(If it's true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's true&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your pain,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick and I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you know can't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck wishing for something you can't have,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of you,&lt;br /&gt;If it's true,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let go of you.&lt;br /&gt;If it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3247618149114680139?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3247618149114680139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3247618149114680139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3247618149114680139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3247618149114680139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-its-true.html' title='If It&apos;s True'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7597504861512623409</id><published>2009-02-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:39:17.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>Juneau - Funeral for a Friend</title><content type='html'>I love it when you listen to lyrics and they just spell out a relationship you have with someone. This song does this for me and it's also amazing.&lt;br /&gt;2 versions. Original and acoustic. I prefer the acoustic if I'm being honest but the original is great too. But my favourite FAFF songs are the acoustics (Juneau,History,Building,Charlie Don't Surf, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Figured I'd put the lyrics up for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juneau by Funeral for a Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied to the testing of wills,&lt;br /&gt;When my heart breaks and spills&lt;br /&gt;Left to the sight of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I'm defined&lt;br /&gt;In the minds of your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;In the minds of your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stoned in the eyes of your foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I'm meant for,&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer interested,&lt;br /&gt;Fall forward to even the score,&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied to the testing of wills,&lt;br /&gt;When my heart breaks and spills,&lt;br /&gt;Left to the sight of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I'm defined.&lt;br /&gt;In the minds of your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;In the minds of your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stoned in the eyes of your foolishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nothing more than a line in your book,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book,&lt;br /&gt;In your book, in your book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I'm meant for,&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer interested,&lt;br /&gt;Fall forward to even the score,&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a thought to you)&lt;br /&gt;(Just a thought to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZ86WOgmhD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZ86WOgmhD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7597504861512623409?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7597504861512623409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7597504861512623409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7597504861512623409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7597504861512623409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/juneau-funeral-for-friend.html' title='Juneau - Funeral for a Friend'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7023355830236546046</id><published>2009-02-06T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:46:37.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>Unforgivable Thoughts (copied from LPUMB)</title><content type='html'>All of the below was copied from my thread in the Linkin Park Underground Message Boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inspired by The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars (brilliant video for that BTW) I couldn't think of a title just looking at these lyrics because they don't nearly say enough about the subject but 'Unforgivable Thoughts' : it sorta sums up this subject for me. Its about attention seeking but that not might be very blatant but that's OK I wasn't going for some big dramatic 'fuck you' song.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you have probably seen LP's 'Making of Minutes to Midnight'. At one point Mike describes how if he thought a song should have rapping on it; he sung. And vice versa. I'm doing a similar thing: if I think a song should be heavy; I'll do it acoustic and vice versa. Should be fun. It's going great so far. I really really recommend this, it clears your head a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Long intro,sorry. I'll bugga off. Ennjoyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unforgivable Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to the start&lt;br /&gt;Or the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Give you a second to bleed&lt;br /&gt;To take back what you heard&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see (you'll see)&lt;br /&gt;I won't say a word&lt;br /&gt;Say a word&lt;br /&gt;Say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You won't find pity here&lt;br /&gt;You won't find any fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop your crave&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand your lies&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I wanted to care&lt;br /&gt;But you only care for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Take your pain and all of it's greed&lt;br /&gt;Set it down and leave it to bleed&lt;br /&gt;(Can't you see that I want it to bleed)&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done I'm not here I can't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You won't find pity here&lt;br /&gt;You won't find any fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop your crave&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand your lies&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You won't find pity here&lt;br /&gt;You won't find any fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop your crave&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand your lies&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find it in me&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Spell it out (spell it out)&lt;br /&gt;But we see you don't bleed&lt;br /&gt;We see how your pain is your show&lt;br /&gt;Your lights and your paint but your crowd&lt;br /&gt;It's suddenly missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You won't find pity here&lt;br /&gt;You won't find any fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop your crave&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand your lies&lt;br /&gt;Lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find your fear...&lt;br /&gt;(I can't find the sun in the sky)&lt;br /&gt;You won't find your fear...&lt;br /&gt;(As long as you don't explain)&lt;br /&gt;You won't find your fear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7023355830236546046?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7023355830236546046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7023355830236546046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7023355830236546046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7023355830236546046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/unforgivable-thoughts-copied-from-lpumb.html' title='Unforgivable Thoughts (copied from LPUMB)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-1236842530784991986</id><published>2009-01-29T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:26:43.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>Burning Alone Forever</title><content type='html'>Ok I am so damn proud of this. I have the entire song mapped out in my head. I'll get right on that but here are the lyrics. Not sure about the title it might change. Some other lines/words might change but I doubt it...I'm really happy with this.&lt;br /&gt;Ennjoy  x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning Alone Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This damn blood is running down my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Staining everything,&lt;br /&gt;Oh pain you couldn’t have chosen,&lt;br /&gt;A less worthy mark,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve your passion,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t deserve to make it last,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep the life that’s killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold the truths you hold at me.&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t plead)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop the pain that’s stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep alive this burning soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This damn love is so ruined for me,&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my fragile heart,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God you shouldn’t have chosen,&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed over-cast,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep its sanity,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t deserve to make it last,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t lift the curse that’s killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold the truths you hold at me.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't plead)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop the pain that’s stopping me,&lt;br /&gt;So don’t leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep alive this burning soul.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me here for show,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep alive this burning soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold the truths you hold at me.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't plead)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop the pain that’s stopping me,&lt;br /&gt;So don’t leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep alive this burning soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you could take,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not enough to make me fall.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not standing up for your ego,&lt;br /&gt;You always knew how to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fragile heart’s,&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;It can’t keep me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don’t leave)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold the truths you hold at me.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't plead)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop the pain that’s stopping me,&lt;br /&gt;So don’t leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep alive this burning soul.&lt;br /&gt;Say you can lie to my burning soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED - 07/03/09&lt;br /&gt;REASON - Title changed from 'Burning' to 'Burning Alone Forever' also got rid of 1 chorus,might get rid of some more and the chorus is shorter and less annoying :)&lt;br /&gt;Not many changes,like I said before      x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-1236842530784991986?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1236842530784991986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=1236842530784991986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/1236842530784991986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/1236842530784991986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/burning.html' title='Burning Alone Forever'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3509149075126301016</id><published>2008-12-25T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:01:19.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>History - Funeral for a Friend</title><content type='html'>Pretty awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;I know they might sound emo at first listen but these guys are really awesome and cool. I only just discovered this song. It's really emotional and they did this so well.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of their best songs and its from their best album: 'Hours'&lt;br /&gt;Welsh rock bands - hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History - Funeral for a Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends of this academy&lt;br /&gt;Ooh romeo is bleeding to death,&lt;br /&gt;To see a friend bleed to death, what for&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of metaphor that I cant see?&lt;br /&gt;So I'll drink until I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sky will make me sick,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give up on you;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up on this.&lt;br /&gt;This sky will make me sick,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give up on this;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches,&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute,&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry,&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to hold me up and bring me down,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches,&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute,&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry,&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches,&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute,&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry,&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine...&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine...&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches,&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute,&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry,&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches,&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute,&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry,&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3509149075126301016?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3509149075126301016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3509149075126301016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3509149075126301016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3509149075126301016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/history-funeral-for-friend.html' title='History - Funeral for a Friend'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-4979642317458551186</id><published>2008-12-25T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:16:37.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike shinoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkin park'/><title type='text'>Hands Held High - Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>God knows why this wasn't the first thing up when I made this blog...  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm putting it up now.&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics show a couple of the reasons Mike Shinoda is my hero:&lt;br /&gt;-His compassion&lt;br /&gt;-His genius writing skills  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hands Held High by Linkin Park,off their most recent album 'Minutes to Midnight'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands Held High - Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn my mic up louder I got to say something,&lt;br /&gt;Light weights steppin' aside when we come in,&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping,&lt;br /&gt;People on the street they panic and start running,&lt;br /&gt;Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming,&lt;br /&gt;I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping,&lt;br /&gt;Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming,&lt;br /&gt;Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping,&lt;br /&gt;Risk something, take back what's yours,&lt;br /&gt;Say something that you know they might attack you for,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for,&lt;br /&gt;Like this war's really just a different brand of war,&lt;br /&gt;Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor,&lt;br /&gt;Like they understand you in the back of the jet,&lt;br /&gt;When you can't put gas in your tank,&lt;br /&gt;These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque,&lt;br /&gt;Asking you to have compassion and have some respect,&lt;br /&gt;For a leader so nervous in an obvious way,&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;In their living room laughing like "what did he say?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my living room watching but I am not laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen:&lt;br /&gt;World is cold the bold men take action,&lt;br /&gt;Have to react or get blown into fractions.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years old it's something to see,&lt;br /&gt;Another kid my age drugged under a jeep,&lt;br /&gt;Taken and bound and found later under a tree,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see, the soldiers they're out today,&lt;br /&gt;That brush the dust from bullet proof vests away,&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic;at times like this you pray&lt;br /&gt;But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,&lt;br /&gt;Inside your market, your shops, your clothes,&lt;br /&gt;My dad he's got a lot of fear I know,&lt;br /&gt;But enough pride inside not to let that show,&lt;br /&gt;My brother had a book he would hold with pride:&lt;br /&gt;A little red cover with a broken spinem&lt;br /&gt;On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside:&lt;br /&gt;When the rich wage war it's the poor who die,&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the leader just talks away&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Both scared and angry like what did he say?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hands held high into the sky so blue,&lt;br /&gt;As the ocean opens up to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;[x6]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-4979642317458551186?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4979642317458551186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=4979642317458551186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4979642317458551186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/4979642317458551186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/hands-held-high-linkin-park.html' title='Hands Held High - Linkin Park'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7449661077395860291</id><published>2008-12-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:06:38.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>The Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Subject for discussion i think...hmm,what to say...i wrote it as a rap part but this song became a victim of my melodic experiments(God save it,heh)and it didn't work. I worked with the beats after giving up on that to try and make it like Cigarettes or Slip Out the Back by Fort Minor...that could still be an option but I've returned to the original form after many sleepless nights trying to perfect it. I'll come back to this one,I'm not finished :p Enjoy the original version x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major overeaction,&lt;br /&gt;Take a break while I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;And while you sleep, I'll lie at ease,&lt;br /&gt;But there's a kick in the system that's lying real low,&lt;br /&gt;Take it all back to sit and watch you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,&lt;br /&gt;Take it all back watch 'em run,&lt;br /&gt;Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutter-ball please,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your mind thinking,&lt;br /&gt;And while you run, we'll keep drinking,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to leave you to ruin the plan,&lt;br /&gt;Took it in sat back and watched as you ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,&lt;br /&gt;Take it all back watch 'em run,&lt;br /&gt;Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying ace of spades,&lt;br /&gt;While they like you more,&lt;br /&gt;There's a real target sitting on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting duck,&lt;br /&gt;Such an exaggeration,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say you were crouching,&lt;br /&gt;I don't see much relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a face in the trees and it watches you count your blessings,&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in the sea and it watches you regressing,&lt;br /&gt;Take it all back watch 'em run,&lt;br /&gt;Cool it;sit back while I load the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can't ruin this it's too perfect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a face in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;While we watch you regressing,&lt;br /&gt;How I love to see them run,&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off and sit back while I,&lt;br /&gt;Cool it;sit back,&lt;br /&gt;Watch me load the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED 29/01/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7449661077395860291?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7449661077395860291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7449661077395860291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7449661077395860291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7449661077395860291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/gun.html' title='The Gun'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7200245717691751418</id><published>2008-11-21T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:16:03.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Another Broken Card (Copied from LPUMB)</title><content type='html'>All of the below was copied from my thread in the LP Underground message board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like it on the record that I can't play piano and I haven't sung in months heh. I'm really excited about this song, the lyrics just came so easily and I have a perfect guitar part and a perfect piano part in my head. I know drums always come first but I thought I'd go with a simple drum part with some fills that intrigue me...(yes my own music intrigues me) and I'd written this guitar solo forever ago and it's been bugging me and I think I've found the perfect song! Yayy! Even if you guys hate it I'm definitely putting this down to be worked up and recorded and mixed. But I wouldn't mind some suggestions on the chorus &lt;br /&gt;I've done a long intro so I'll shutup,,enjoyy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Broken Card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars disappear into generations,&lt;br /&gt;But placing your mind is harder than you thought,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up the work,&lt;br /&gt;And satisfy try to keep the rhymes level,&lt;br /&gt;Out of your mind trying to find the right devil,&lt;br /&gt;Running from the wolves trying to call it a day,&lt;br /&gt;But they can match your speed so you're walking the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted was just another broken card facing away,&lt;br /&gt;Still you try to lose your grip and find yourself someday,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lost in you; trying to find another broken card heading his way.&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks go by on the back of your hand screaming out to the world,&lt;br /&gt;But you're not making sense calling out for your girl,&lt;br /&gt;In the city,&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks so real 'til you realise just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;You can try to get by but you have to see how to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make sense of things they want you to do,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost all again taking hope from the poor,&lt;br /&gt;Self-doubt leaks within and she never really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she wanted was just another broken card facing away,&lt;br /&gt;Still we try to lose our grip and find yourself someday,&lt;br /&gt;Still lost in you and trying to find another broken card heading this way.&lt;br /&gt;Try to make it OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick making me better?&lt;br /&gt;Sick of trying every rule in the book just to get slapped in the face,&lt;br /&gt;And sent to the back of the room,&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give in today.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be how you said it would be,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm killing me here it's just so damn hard,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling read another broken card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all we wanted was just another broken card coming our way,&lt;br /&gt;And we try to lose faith and just find yourself someday,&lt;br /&gt;Still lost in you anf trying to find another broken card heading my way.&lt;br /&gt;So I can make it OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Enter guitar solo I wrote aages ago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing the wall praying Lord can you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;Stay by the phone calling love can you feel me,&lt;br /&gt;Saw you to make everything in your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out on you was just another mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Something you just have to make...&lt;br /&gt;Until the someday,&lt;br /&gt;When you have that broken card,&lt;br /&gt;It makes it all OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted was just another broken card facing away,&lt;br /&gt;Still you try to lose your grip and find yourself someday,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lost in you; trying to find another broken card heading his way.&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it OK.&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep it away...&lt;br /&gt;And find myself someday"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7200245717691751418?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7200245717691751418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7200245717691751418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7200245717691751418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7200245717691751418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-broken-card-copied-from-lpumb.html' title='Another Broken Card (Copied from LPUMB)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-6085953813475331439</id><published>2008-11-16T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:58:14.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip-hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike shinoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrix i like'/><title type='text'>Bloc Party by Apathy (feat Mike Shinoda and Tak)</title><content type='html'>This song is so dope&lt;br /&gt;Perfect representation for why hip-hop is so awesome...&lt;br /&gt;I just love the lyrics xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloc Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Green Lantern] &lt;br /&gt;This is an invasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] &lt;br /&gt;Hey Ap, why don’t you do the uh…the intro on this shit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Apathy] &lt;br /&gt;Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] &lt;br /&gt;Here we go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Apathy] &lt;br /&gt;Yo, &lt;br /&gt;Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos &lt;br /&gt;Guns, metals and ammo &lt;br /&gt;I pistol whip two of ya and f**k Meadows Soprano &lt;br /&gt;A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs that &lt;br /&gt;They don’t know how to carry more heat than welding gloves &lt;br /&gt;I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Always show groupies love, getting head in the crowds &lt;br /&gt;Put it in your girls mouth blast off like NASA &lt;br /&gt;The master of nastiness &lt;br /&gt;Transform a classy bitch&lt;br /&gt;Into a little cheap freak sadomasochist &lt;br /&gt;Dastardly bastard who raps so disastorous &lt;br /&gt;Spit and heal the cripple like Christ the miraculous &lt;br /&gt;Who fights my savageness, turns punks pacifists &lt;br /&gt;The police clock Ap like there he go &lt;br /&gt;Always on the watch because I use to carry blow &lt;br /&gt;Always lock her down but I never marry ho's &lt;br /&gt;Burry foes when the flows comes through your stereo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] &lt;br /&gt;There we go flipping unpredictable verses &lt;br /&gt;A curse to burst words like turrets on purpose &lt;br /&gt;Flip the bird like a back-heavy jet perverse as it is &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop and its making me nervous, ok? &lt;br /&gt;Get me on a track and I'm cracking &lt;br /&gt;Packing a backpack full of tracks on some CDs &lt;br /&gt;Be me, f**k that and not likely &lt;br /&gt;To bite me you need to be you times ninety &lt;br /&gt;I got schemes and a team so hype we &lt;br /&gt;Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly &lt;br /&gt;Say what I mean, whether mean or politely &lt;br /&gt;Living the dream in some clean white Nike's &lt;br /&gt;Or DC's, I'm not giving a shit &lt;br /&gt;F**k the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from &lt;br /&gt;I stay banging the bang bang drums and hanging you lames &lt;br /&gt;in the same no name gangs you came from &lt;br /&gt;I don’t got an excuse, just talking the truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm f**king awesome when I'm rocking the booth &lt;br /&gt;And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse &lt;br /&gt;Y'all are really not stopping us dude &lt;br /&gt;(Yeah Tak, get 'em )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tak] &lt;br /&gt;It started off lookin' over and hit the galaxy &lt;br /&gt;Now we are moving them over they are crowing me the Cali king &lt;br /&gt;Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up &lt;br /&gt;With a crew that sips a little brew way too much &lt;br /&gt;Hooligans, smacked in the face with aluminum bats &lt;br /&gt;Your f**king rap show's good as me, boo-booin &lt;br /&gt;I said I was rude, step in the shoes, you don't believe me &lt;br /&gt;You can ask Devin the dude how I strip down you bitch clown stand in my socks &lt;br /&gt;Rip the mother f**kers ass like I'm Cannibal, watch &lt;br /&gt;You want to be stoned? Beat 'em with a basket of rocks &lt;br /&gt;Get your shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop &lt;br /&gt;You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop &lt;br /&gt;Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak? &lt;br /&gt;He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a Bloc &lt;br /&gt;Party, whats your corpses posing for? , the camera was shot, huh &lt;br /&gt;Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly &lt;br /&gt;No wonder everyone is so petrified &lt;br /&gt;I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly &lt;br /&gt;No wonder everyone is so petrified &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] &lt;br /&gt;Let me hear that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-6085953813475331439?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6085953813475331439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=6085953813475331439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6085953813475331439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/6085953813475331439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloc-party-by-apathy-feat-mike-shinoda.html' title='Bloc Party by Apathy (feat Mike Shinoda and Tak)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3591285687632423706</id><published>2008-11-14T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:58:01.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete'/><title type='text'>A Broken Mirror       (incomplete)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;First part of a song I'm working on...second part coming soon hopefully! Ennjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Broken Mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this time we know exactly how to feel,&lt;br /&gt;But the way you spell it out to me just makes it so more real.&lt;br /&gt;When we take away the pain of every hour that passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;Still everything that took my heart reminds me how you'd lie.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not pretend we know what happened when they snapped it all in two,&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time you look around at me I fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you stand back to watch me cry,&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you walked away,&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time that you just passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll remember how you walked away,&lt;br /&gt;With your back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3591285687632423706?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3591285687632423706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3591285687632423706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3591285687632423706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3591285687632423706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-mirror-incomplete.html' title='A Broken Mirror       (incomplete)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-3389945560590290393</id><published>2008-11-12T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:25:19.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><title type='text'>Fall to Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...I'm cold *can't think of anything to say* ...I dunno,its pretty random and nothing to get excited about and I probably won't work on it stylistically unless I get a brain wave. Still, I needed to try this composition style out (: Enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall to Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always dying,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you fight away all your tears,&lt;br /&gt;Standing beside me,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wash away all my fears,&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you slowly breaking,&lt;br /&gt;Falling to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything goes again how it should do,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels the need just to be you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling envy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it will be,&lt;br /&gt;Standing with you in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing so softly,&lt;br /&gt;Taking in all of my pain,&lt;br /&gt;So they can watch us slowly breaking,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking our secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything goes again how it should do,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels the need just to be you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling envy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I'll play your way,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me close won't heal your pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just break a leg,&lt;br /&gt;And take it all,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my blessing and then I'll fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything goes again how it should do,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels the need just to be you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling envy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Make it up someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything goes again how it should do,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels the need just to be you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling envy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't need to,&lt;br /&gt;Still I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And all of your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;They'll fall to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-3389945560590290393?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3389945560590290393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=3389945560590290393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3389945560590290393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/3389945560590290393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-to-pieces.html' title='Fall to Pieces'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7956019530780843686</id><published>2008-11-06T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:25:21.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Killing Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I had the 'Batman' themesong in my head (long story) and so I came up with that title...&lt;br /&gt;Quite fast-paced,heavy bass part leads distored power chords with some drum part which is currently 'en processo'. Ennjoy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing Batman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of all your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping rage inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Was harder than you would believe.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me we're gonna get lost,again.&lt;br /&gt;Something warns me we're not gonna take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when all you think about is rage,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's looking at you in a way you can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck them;try to shake it loose,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all I had to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing you will never do,&lt;br /&gt;Try to get ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the middle now,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go while asking how,&lt;br /&gt;Staying safe outside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Was tougher than you would believe.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me we won't make it through,this time.&lt;br /&gt;Something warns me we're not gonna take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when all you think about is rage,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's looking at you in a way you can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck them;try to shake it loose,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all I had to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing you will never do,&lt;br /&gt;Try to get ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something steady now,&lt;br /&gt;Something that can knock me out,&lt;br /&gt;Something never lets me run,&lt;br /&gt;Holds me in and fires the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what would you do if you had to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot yourself and run away,&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from seeing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something stronger still,&lt;br /&gt;Something that can make me ill,&lt;br /&gt;Something's always bugging me,&lt;br /&gt;Holds you in and helps you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when all you think about is rage,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's looking at you in a way you can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck them;try to shake it loose,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all I had to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing you will never do,&lt;br /&gt;Try to get ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck them;never shake them loose,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost what they'll never lose,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing me will never do,&lt;br /&gt;Try to run away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away from you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7956019530780843686?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7956019530780843686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7956019530780843686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7956019530780843686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7956019530780843686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/killing-batman.html' title='Killing Batman'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120455395686807910.post-7822044371941492713</id><published>2008-11-06T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:15:17.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my own creations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en processo'/><title type='text'>Who You Are        (copied from LPUMB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Drug addiction is a very serious matter,thats why this rap is very serious...get it?And its quite emotional aswell,especially if you've been through it or know someone that's going through it...If you're going through it then it won't really mean anything...ha...Inspired by Anthony Kiedis' biography,Scar Tissue. Enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who You Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where the racists make it,&lt;br /&gt;And the cases are filled with familiar faces,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to take this,&lt;br /&gt;But every other day is,&lt;br /&gt;Riding through the back streets and trying not to cave in,&lt;br /&gt;Rehab didn't get through to the brain waves,&lt;br /&gt;Every damn minute you're replaying the same day,&lt;br /&gt;You can't get back 'cause you don't know where the lane is,&lt;br /&gt;You got no money and they're making you frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;The lights are all out and you've lost the car,&lt;br /&gt;You play famous,cut the crap man you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the streets trying to get a nice high,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the streets where the sober dreams die,&lt;br /&gt;Away from your home and the friends who talk shit,&lt;br /&gt;Away from your bed and your wife laying across it,&lt;br /&gt;Refuge in the motel and empty out the bar,&lt;br /&gt;You've lost it all and you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outrage is a play where the dealers are stages,&lt;br /&gt;And the script goes on for hundreds of pages,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to take this,&lt;br /&gt;But you split your wages,&lt;br /&gt;And relapse into the dark valleys of strangers,&lt;br /&gt;You can't face the fact that you're arm is going blue,&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend don't even recognise you,&lt;br /&gt;And you sit back and let it all run through,&lt;br /&gt;You lost yourself and you can't even stand,&lt;br /&gt;Poor sucker is meant to be meeting his band,&lt;br /&gt;And going to play a gig that could change their lives,&lt;br /&gt;You can't drive and you're just about surviving,&lt;br /&gt;The band's pissed off with all the rehearsals you've been skiving,&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck in a circle 'til they pull you back out,&lt;br /&gt;They can't hear you and you don't have the strength to shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the streets trying to get a nice high,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the streets where the sober dreams die,&lt;br /&gt;Away from your home and the friends who talk shit,&lt;br /&gt;Away from your bed and your wife laying across it,&lt;br /&gt;Refuge in the motel and empty out the bar,&lt;br /&gt;You've lost it all and you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna save you,&lt;br /&gt;Show you what you mean to the people all around you,&lt;br /&gt;Its a rough day to get through,&lt;br /&gt;The streets trying to break you,&lt;br /&gt;Pain you didn't know existed starts to control you,&lt;br /&gt;Show you what it means to have it all about you,&lt;br /&gt;Its a rough day to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The stars mirror your dreams and tonight they wanna glisten)&lt;br /&gt;(Grab the mic from the crowd and pretend you wanna listen)&lt;br /&gt;(Start to look back on all the girls you've been kissing)&lt;br /&gt;(Get props from the doctor and start to fucking listen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7120455395686807910-7822044371941492713?l=lyri-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7822044371941492713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7120455395686807910&amp;postID=7822044371941492713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7822044371941492713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7120455395686807910/posts/default/7822044371941492713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyri-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-you-are-copied-from-lpumb.html' title='Who You Are        (copied from LPUMB)'/><author><name>Lyrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118768918089983202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_JzP9xHUdA/TbnV7CjoK9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/o1-C9W8izkE/s220/Glasses%2Band%2Blips1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
